This is a song about "Squad will hit you with that glock"

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

And if you argue with descartes, then you're bound to get hit,

Just searching for the perfect shot

Champ with a pencil thats the glock

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Yeah that shit will get you.

Whoever want it, they better note that i’m so focused

Hit that ball deep with nothing but a flick... of the wrist.

Tried them didn't work

Hit you with this iceberg

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Dare piss me off, come, shoot you with this 45 glock

Wishing that your life will end but with life you just living

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king